When I was younger around five or six I had a wonderful imagination it was something that could take me places I had never been before places I could encounter only in my dreams my imagination not only brought good in my childhood but faded out the bad my parents fought constantly chairs and household objects being thrown, being yelled at and threatened, I didn't even do anything but still took the blame for the dysfunctional catastrophe I called my loving family, being small I was sad and didn't understand at least I could run away in my mind, I could build pillow forts so to block out the yelling. As the years went on I got a little bit taller but on the inside I was screaming and had in fact grown even smaller, they say eventually the pain goes away and everything gets better from my point of view at the time being from my dreary point of view years later it had only gotten worse. I had a broken home, I had strait Fs, I was bullied to the point where I would come home in tears, almost everyone in my family were damaged shadows in the making and I the byproduct a spellbound tragedy not only a sad depressed twelve year old, I was scared and alone thinking no one in this world could feel the way I did and understand what I was going through so merely I didn't.. I didn't want to exist I felt like I had no reason to that year of seventh grade I got really bad and relied on others for my happiness and also thinking instead of just sitting in the sorrowful gloom of my own life I could try to help other people and make them happy yet that seemed to bring me down even more worrying about everyone else carrying so much weight on my shoulders I could barely breath this was an extremely destructive time in my life filled with anxiety and stress so at that point I was finally done with this eternal sadness I was drenched in it’s not that I stopped caring I started caring about myself and my well being and how amazing life is, how purely beautiful the blue sky is and how lucky I am to be here to witness it and realizing this is my only chance to do so. So I decided to make a drastic change to my point of view on this whole big picture “life” it’s not something to waist its certainly not something I’m going to waist, It’s something big and beautiful nothing humanity could ever explain, something that makes me truly happy, so I shall end with this I may not know why things happen the way they do no I don’t understand ether I never will but I do know with every storm comes a beautiful rainbow, in the end it does get better…but that’s for you to decide.